Sheathed Blades

Cedric surged forward, his blade gleaming with a faint blue aura as mana coursed through it. The ground beneath his feet cracked further with each step, the force of his movement a testament to the technique he was about to unleash. 

[Blade of Eastern Guardian. Shattering End.] 

It was a move taught to him by his father, a masterful technique passed down through generations of knights in the Valoria Dukedom. Designed to overwhelm and shatter an opponent's defenses, it was a strike of absolute precision and devastating power. Cedric had never failed with this technique, not even during the grueling sparring matches of his training. 

'This ends now.' 

As he closed the distance, Cedric's focus narrowed. Every muscle in his body moved with purpose, the mana in his veins flowing in perfect harmony with his strike. His longsword arced downward with unstoppable force, aimed directly at Luca's center.